Who: Philbert Deverill and Clarice Zabini. What: Plot Slot, Week 2 - Clarice has received a box of sweets that very much belong to Phil. :c Where: Clarice’s office/Puddlemere HQ? When: Tuesday, February 18th. Rating: TBD but I don't see these two getting explicit in any sense of the word. Status: Log, in progress. Posting this now because we haven't finished yet, but the rest will be posted shortly.
Meetings with Clarice Zabini were rare, which Phil tended to appreciate. He suspected the long leash she granted those in her employ was born more of a desire to have as little to do with them as possible - people could be annoying, it was true - than any especial trust in their capabilities, but it was still much better than feeling like someone was breathing down his neck. Phil tended to be a down-the-neck-breathing sort. Having a full chain of command of those types seemed wholly unwise, even to him.
So he didn’t really mind having to stop in, and was confident that she would keep it short and sweet. He knocked and waited to be asked in before sweeping his way across her office, half-full cup of coffee clutched in his left hand and a stack of parchments and files tucked under his other arm.
“Morning!” he chirped, setting his papers down and having another sip of coffee as he took a seat across from her. “I tell you what, the after-party on Friday was - huh.”
The box on the corner of Clarice’s desk caught his eye - bright teal, lined in black, with bits of colorful tissue paper still sticking up out the sides. The smell wafting from it was more than familiar, and he knew that if he tipped the lid of it back on, he’d see his sister’s handwriting. What was Clarice doing with…?